Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser., 1887-04-29
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CAMELEON.
BY ROSE II. LoTHRoP.

"What am astonished at is Jour
power over the confirmed bachelors, -
said Felina Drake. "You are too
young for that; but something cem-
pensates evidently"
Nelly. whom some OF her friends
called Cameleon, was sitting over the
fire in her private parlor discussing
her various lovers with Felina. For
tunately Felina Was engaged to be mar
ried, and was not in = position 10 feel
envy or TO watch unsympathstically y
the preliminary steps toward an en-.
fsgsmsnt ou the part Of her friend. -
II was m event which she eagerly de-
sired. that they might be entirely mu-
tual in their experience. Frlina might
have been jealous OF the Csnieleon's
beauty; bat the young girl was Of that
charming elsss OF lovely womes whose
members appeal to their own ser by
their perfect good nature and childliks
inuocence.
"oh, ] can tell you how that hap
pens" the Camelson responded. in her
cheerful voics. ..Clever Mr.. Courtney
t~me that nv face would las, we'll.
hs-h2l- nf the
bellies fade in q few seasons, which had
almost made q n,isanthrop OF him.
"Weli, | think IL was = fine dlstinc
tion." Felina acquicsced. Younger
men don't think Of that, and fancy
that ~ha. IS chiefly youth is downright
beauty. But your precious counisn.
.nce ~ill cert,inly mature 10 its Gre
dit. and | can't imagine you anything
but excellent. whether time pulls your
face perpendicular or hnrixontsll, -
Plump or thin, pale or rosy, ,Cameleon,
It will be sure TO remain n face to e,n.
'auer everybody"
Nelly sighed.
Are you sorry for any hing" asked
Felin,.
"Wh hy it seems rather laborious, the
Young belle answered. "lou see,
have got accept Que Of tbem-these
inevitable meu-and il is so hard TO
choose. There are 30 many professions
represented, for one thing. The hand
scmest and most fascinating OF all my
admirers is away. Mr. Bruce Lyman !;
and you will admit that his being in
preparation for fashionable doctor OF
medicine 10 fatal had not been en-
gagged TO him for two days, Frlina, Il
never told you that | did accept him
at tirsD when he prescribed for lit
tie cough which quite enjoyed and
would not have cured for The world.
But it Was lucky! | might have actu-
ally married him and heard all my life
about drugs" Nelly discussed her
friends hand embroidery for nom.
ent and then continued IL suppose
rushed to the other extreme after
breaking with the doct'r, Tor | allow
ed Mr.. Mm. Fenimore to give An ex-
haustive catalogue OF his qualifications
for making me u good husband. He
has all his time to himself until he in.
herits from his father. when he mus,
devote some attention to the estates
and he said that We could travel all
over the world, and that he did moi
need any society but mine, and should
be happy in China If | were his wife
1t looked to me like too much leisure
YOU know, and | was afraid that he
had a passion for travelling, and that
| should become thorough Arab il
| married him. How could | employ
Redfern in Asia? decided positive.
ly against Mr.. Fenimore. When Mr.
Dalgian offered himself was puzzled
Here WAS 6ue social position, where
| should probably have been leader
from beginning to end and gone down
in civic history as the beautiful Mrs.
Dalgian, who entertained the elite oi
both hemispheres with such consum
mate grace. Mr.. Dalgisn Is not By
any means uninteresting. think ol
him often, and the flowers he sent me
were sometimes astonishing, FeIina
they showed such imaginative taste ;
and he insisted on my keeping this
ring as an act of charity. Isn't it beau
tiful? he made his family call upon
me, and seemed to think he had ac
compished u great work for his cen
tury when they had paid me their res
poets. But, oh, Frlina, ] could moi
endure those Miss Dalgians. wal
afraid | should grow to be like ITEM
They seemed to be inconvenienced BY
their ancestors, as if they had then
still with them, and in u particularly
psrslyzing condition. either as ghost
or mummies; and they neither locke,
to the right nor to the lett for {, ar o
catching sight Of one of the old cur
mudgeons. 1t WAS such pity, but
had to tell MIR. Dalgian that | coul,
not think Of it--that | was too fond Q